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Hello there, fellow readers! We meet again. Now, today's assignment is, well.. how am I going to explain.. oh well. I have read and listen to two stories today. Well, one listening and one reading material, to be precise. What if I were the character in the story? Well, let's find out, shall we?

For the first one, here's my reading text, Little Red-Cap by The Brothers Grimm. Or we usually call it as Little Red Riding Hood. Well, obviously everyone knows this classic children story. But what if I were the main character, Little Red-Cap? Will it be chaotic? Will it be abomination? Who knows! Maybe I could've just brought a gun in my basket whenever my mother asked me to go to the woods, ALONE! Not gonna lie, this is concerning. Or maybe I just take a giant scythe with me (if you know the reference, come forward, my fellow gamer).

Alright, back to the topic. What if I were Little Red-Cap? Let's see, here we go.

Hello there, strangers! My name is, well, everyone always call me Little Red-Cap. Why? It's because my grandmother gave me a little cap of red velvet, which I love it so much that I would never wear anything else other than that. I live with my mother. I also heard a rumor that we, the people of the village, were created by The Brothers Grimm. I don't know who they are, but my mother said not to worry and just carry on. Oh well..

One day, my mother asked me to bring a piece of cake and a bottle of wine for my grandmother. She said she is ill. But why she only asked me to go alone? We could've visit grandmother together. But as an obedient daughter, I went alone anyway. My dear grandmother lived in the wood. I don't know why she doesn't live together with me and my mother. Well anyway, when I just entered the wood, I met such wicked creature, the wolf. I should've go away the second he approached and greeted me. But I didn't. Instead, I greeted him back. I even told him where I wanted to go, the location of grandmother's house! I shouldn't have told him, right? Big mistake of mine.

I didn't think much that time. I was not in such a hurry, so I picked flowers around the path. But I was so distracted by the flowers, that I got deeper and deeper into the wood. It was a big mistake, I admit it. I should have heard my mother. Now that the wolf got enough time to seek for my grandmother, he ate her and disguised himself as my grandmother. Then I realized that I have gotten too far away from the path, I suddenly remembered my grandmother. I rushed to her cottage, but I found it strange. The cottage-door was standing open, and when I called her out, there was no answer. What is happening?

Well, long-short story, I fell into the wolf's trap and I got eaten. Terrifying, really. It was dark and smelly, and I couldn't breathe. I was so scared. But luckily, the huntsman was just passing by the house. The wolf's snoring was so lout, it draws the huntsman's attention. And he somehow knew that my grandmother and I have got eaten. So he cuts open the wolf's stomach, freeing me and my grandmother from such creature. I'm so grateful that the huntsman saved us. This is a lesson of my life, for I should never tell anything to such stranger in the woods. (Also I shouldn't have running around the woods alone. Where's my mother?)

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The second one is my listening story, SCP-105 "Iris", one of my favorite SCP Foundation cases. First of all, have you ever heard about SCP Foundation? It's a creepypasta, a fictional secret organization that contains various anomalous creatures or items. Some are powerful and dangerous, some are not. SCP stands for "Secure, Contain, Protect". Well, it's obvious if the foundation wants to keep it a secret, since it's very dangerous if the public knows about them. Bad people with such stuffs means bad things to happen, you know what I mean? Well, every anomalous will get a code, it's varies with number, as example, SCP-001. But, we're not talking about that, we're talking about SCP-105, formerly known as Iris Thompson. Iris Thompson is obviously my favorite, among all of the SCPs. Here we go, I'm going to pretend to be the main character, my favorite Iris Thompson.

My name is Iris Thompson, the foundation discovered me as Safe Class Object SCP-105. I'm sorry, the foundation doesn't want me to give any more information about myself. It's classified, as they said. Well, I can tell you about my ability. My ability is.. well, when I hold a photograph, it changes from a still image into a real time image of the location. And I can interact with the objects within my reach. Well, I have better control if I took the photograph with my personal Polaroid camera, or what they call SCP-105-B. Pretty weird, right? They always call strange things with even strange names.

There is.. one event, a nightmare. Worst nightmare of my life. I witnessed my boyfriend's murder with my own eyes, through a photograph of him. It felt like I was there in the room, but I couldn't do anything because you can only manipulate objects if they're within reach, right? It was devastating. I couldn't do anything but watch him bleeding. I could've saved him, if only I took the photo a little to the left, maybe I could use any stuff to distract or knock out that attacker. If only I could stretch my arm just one more. Maybe he could've escaped, and the foundation would never find me. And I could live freely, in happiness, with my loved ones.

But it all just a dream. A dream that will never come true.

I called the police. I drove to his place as quickly as I could, but by the time I got there, he was already gone. When the police came, they found me beside him. So it was very obvious that they were suspecting me. I told them I was on the phone with my boyfriend at the same time of the murder so I hurried to his side, but.. they caught me in the lie. Suddenly I became the prime suspect. I was running out of options. I did the only thing I could do. I told my lawyer about how I saw him through a photograph, and the power of my camera. But he didn't believe me, so I went to told the court about my ability. They said I was hysterical. They didn't even give me a chance to demonstrate my ability. In the end, it was easier to believe that I had a psychotic break and killed my boyfriend than it was to believe I had a magic camera, even when I offered to demonstrate how.

That's when the foundation discovered me. And here I am, being an "anomalous object" that they have to contain, safe from the outside world. Even they convinced my parents that I was dead, killed during the botched escape. Well, anyway, the foundation is sort of like new prison to me, but I know it's better than what could have happened to me. After all, I'm a pretty well-behaved person, heh. Anyway, time's almost up. It's time to say goodbye. Oh, also, you have to undergo amnestic treatment. Yes, we have to wipe your memory up. You know, such 'normal people' like you are not supposed to know me, or even the foundation, anyway.

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Welp, that's all for today, I guess! Pretty long, huh? Well, it's fun. For me, at least. Yeah, in my opinion, playing pretending is fun. Have you ever heard about roleplay? Well, anyway.. I guess I've got nothing else to say! Hope you find this post interesting! Ciao!

~Arin